Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

Qiu Ran pinched the menu hard, like a face-to-face questionnaire, especially in front of the president himself, she wished she didn't have a mouth.

There was a flash of light in Ji Mingyou's eyes, and he squinted his eyes, looking at it leisurely, waiting for the answer.

"I'm also curious." Ji Mingyou nodded, often not going to the company, but ignoring the views of the employees.

"It's good." Qiu Ran was pressed by every step, put down the menu, and said without daring to look directly.

Lin Weiwei slapped the table with a palm, tilted his head, waved his arms and said, "You don't have to say what's on your mind. There's no Mr. Ji here. He's not a good guy. Do you still need to hide it?"

Qiu Ran shook her head in a panic, her dark eyes were full of fear, but she didn't say that.

Ji Mingyou's eyes turned cold, he raised his head with interest, and asked in a deep voice: "It seems that you know Mr. Ji very well, so you dare to comment on him like that."

Lin Weiwei sneered, sat on the chair with his legs spread out, patted his chest with his hands, and said arrogantly: "Of course I dare, your boss Ji has a bad temper and is arrogant, and he likes to yell at people. I will yell at him next time."

"Do you dare?" Ji Mingyou's eyes were cold, he listened to her scolding, put it on his body, and shouted in a cold voice.

Lin Weiwei was stunned, without thinking too much, leaning his arm on the table and said, "Why not? An old man in his 50s is praised for his beauty. Can you bear it?"

Lin Weiwei remembered being tricked into the Ji's Building and being yelled at by Ji Chinian, and he felt a grudge.

"Tell you, I can't bear it, this flattery is too much." Lin Weiwei was emotional, slapped his leg, and angrily said.

Qiu Ran's eyes were blank, he pondered for a moment, and corrected him: "President Ji is only in his 20s, and he took over the company after returning to China. Did you recognize the wrong person?"

Ji Mingyou's eyes were cold, he took a sip of his tea in displeasure, and said sharply: "It's a mistake to blame others, and it's weird to blame."

He didn't do anything, he was misunderstood and scolded, damn it, he must find out who threw himself a scapegoat.

Lin Weiwei widened his eyes, scratched his head in embarrassment, and said doubtfully: "But last time I went to the Ji's Building to deliver desserts to Ji Chinian, isn't he Mr. Ji?"

Qiu Ran laughed, and then explained: "That's Director Ji, how can he compare with Boss Ji?"

No matter what, it's right to say more good things at this time, Qiu Ran kindly resolved the misunderstanding.

Lin Weiwei suddenly realized, frowned, and said apologetically, "Then I have despised Mr. Ji many times, he is so miserable."

"Isn't it?" Ji Mingyou glanced coldly, drank the herbal tea in the cup, and said angrily.

This girl seized the opportunity to hurt him, Ji Mingyou clicked his tongue lightly, but he couldn't tell.

Lin Weiwei patted it lightly, not caring about Ji Mingyou's emotions at all, and reprimanded: "Don't make a fuss, let me ask you if it's all right. When I see the real President Ji again, I'll make a good impression on him. Make it up."

Ji Mingyou turned his face away, avoided her little hand, and said in a low voice, "It's impossible to have a good impression."

Qiu Ran paid attention to the interaction between the two, his mouth was wide open, it seemed that the child was right, the relationship between the two must be unusual.

Qiu Ran secretly looked at Lin Weiwei, and saw that she was lively and cheerful, with a beautiful face, which was quite different, no wonder she was able to get along so happily with the indifferent Ji Zong.

Lin Weiwei chatted with Qiu Ran for a long time, and kept his mouth shut until he rescued Zhang Baobao with another person.

Zhang Baobao looked resentful, grabbed her clothes and shook them non-stop, and asked, "Auntie, why did it take so long to rescue me?"

"Just pay attention to business, I forgot about you for a while." Lin Weiwei said casually as he tidied up the messy counter.

Zhang Baobao kept his mouth shut, let go of his hands angrily, and said angrily, "Does Auntie still remember what happened just now?"

"But Baobao just wants to play with my aunt. The summer vacation is coming soon, and we will see each other every day." Zhang Baobao took out the notice from his schoolbag and shouted holding it high.

Lin Weiwei took the waste paper, glanced at the notice, and said with a smile: "It's a holiday so soon, I can spend more time handing it over to you, don't feel bitter."

Seeing that she didn't care about it, Zhang Baobao pretended to be happy, nodded and said: "I'm not afraid, I really like Taekwondo."

Sensing his enthusiasm, Lin Weiwei couldn't help curling the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile: "I like Taekwondo, we are good friends."

"Not only a good friend, but you are also my dear aunt." Zhang Baobao jumped up and insisted.

Ji Mingyou carried his schoolbag and car keys, and said calmly, "Go to school first before the summer vacation, and I'll take you there."

Zhang Baobao walked backwards, waved his little hand and said, "Auntie, see you soon."

Seeing that he was being dishonest, Ji Mingyou held hands and was about to open the door when he saw Qiu Ran and his companions were about to leave.

Qiu Ran froze, stood there nervously, and tentatively greeted: "Hello, Manager Ji."

Ji Mingyou nodded, seeing how she cooperated, he asked lightly: "You work in Ji's, which department?"

"Human Resources Department." Qiu Ran's heartstrings were tensed, worried that he had made a mistake.

"You did a good job, so you don't need to worry about the rest." Ji Mingyou gave a meaningful compliment, and walked quickly to the side of the car with Zhang Baobao.

Qiu Ran nodded abruptly, asking her not to let her slip, but what was she trying to do?
Qiu Ran turned his head silently, looked at Lin Weiwei who was busy, and murmured in doubt: "Is it for her?"

The holidays came quickly, and Lin Weiwei alternated between taekwondo classes and dessert shops, and the arrangement was full.

In the room, before entering the classroom, you can hear the children's whispers, and the small body keeps repeating the same movements.

Lin Weiwei casually pulled it together with a rubber band and tied it into a neat ponytail, looking very energetic.

Lin Weiwei looked at the clock, paying special attention to the time in summer, clapped his hands and said, "Children, take a 10-minute break first."

"It's time to rest." The originally orderly team dispersed and rushed to the cabinet one after another.

The corner of Lin Weiwei's mouth curled up, and just as he lifted his footsteps, he caught sight of a person approaching with a fist in his corner, and quickly turned around to grab him.

Huohuo looked at it in surprise, struggled vigorously, and said with satisfaction: "As expected of my coach, he reacted very quickly."

Lin Weiwei frowned, and slowly let go of her hands. The children in the class were taught by her hand in hand, and every child knew it very well: "Huohuo, when you are resting, don't attack suddenly, especially when facing others."

Lin Weiwei didn't care about the sudden attack, even if the whole class of little carrots went up together, it would undoubtedly be a joke.

What she cared about was Huohuo's motives, and Lin Weiwei asked displeasedly: "What if you are facing your classmates and they don't react and get hurt?"

Huo Huo shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and said with a smile: "I only attacked the coach, who told you not to let me compete with other people."

With a responsible attitude, Lin Weiwei put his hands on his shoulders and said seriously: "I suggest you practice more basics, and I will make up for you after the sparring."